the end was just the beginning
I love my slow-cooker. I can leave a casserole bubbling away for hours while I blog, drive the Sprogs to after-school activities, chat to guests ... I'm also pretty enamoured with how you put cheap cuts of meat into it and they simmer themselves into the most lovely morsels. So I've written a blog for... Continue Reading →
Queanbeyan. One word sums it up really ... Nah, there's so much more to say. As a former professional of mildly constrained means, I was startled by the expense of a "can't afford Bali, too skint for the snow" trip to the Australian Capital Territory. Actually, we couldn't even pony up for the nation's capital.... Continue Reading →
There was a link on my Facebook news feed last weekend from a blog called All Abroad Baby. It was titled "How should we talk to our little girls" and it celebrated a story from The Huffington Post - also shared on my Facebook news feed - by author Lisa Bloom, titled "How to talk to little... Continue Reading →
Yep, it's that time of the week again, when I strike out at dawn in search of a newsagent. I brave the cold and spitting rain to judge The Mag I Bought This Week Award. This week it was - unsurprisingly - all about Katie, with one - surprising - exception featuring Princess Kate. So... Continue Reading →
I didn't meet any zombies on this path yesterday, but I felt like one. Since arriving in Melbourne - on our spare-room-surfing tour of Australia - I've risen twice for frosty walks at dawn. While the scenery looks pretty - you'd swear you were in the countryside, not suburbia - it's been brutal. And I... Continue Reading →
There's been an awful lot of jibber-jabber about bloggers recently. Newspaper journalists have been pondering their influence. Bloggers have been getting uppity about newspaper journalists pondering their influence. There has been much debate about "labelling" or "condescending" by categorising certain types of bloggers "mummy bloggers". And yesterday, a playwright called Christine Croyden gave her two-cents worth in... Continue Reading →
Every now and then I cook a dinner that is Sprog-unfriendly. The Sprogs are anti-Thai and Chinese, two of my favourite cuisines (along with Malaysian, Indian, Vietnamese ... I'm a bit of a cuisine slut really), and sometimes I get a craving that must be sated. As a general rule, I prefer to make a... Continue Reading →
I had a lovely gossipy ex-magazine editor lunch today. I met up with a dear friend and former New Idea editor and we nattered all things Tom, Katie and Nicole. It wasn't much fun for Husband and the Sprogs, who also joined us, but I had a blast. The ex-New Idea editor is an expert... Continue Reading →
I wasn't expecting the blog I wrote a few days ago, called Surviving the In-laws - about how my in-laws pamper me with wagyu burgers and vintage wine and have heated toilet floors - to spark a competition. But people popped out of the woodwork all over the place with "my in-laws are more awesome... Continue Reading →
Before we had the Sprogs, Husband and I would go on wine-tasting holidays in our yellow jellybean car. When we weren't tippling at cellar doors, we'd browse antique stores and buy preserves. Yes, we were those sort of wankers. Given half a chance and our former bank balance we still would be. One memorable trip, we went to the Barossa... Continue Reading →
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